The Grenada gazette., 1887-10-22

coming towards her, his silhouett
darkly outlined against the red bar o
sunset that seemed to close up tn
perspective at the other end of tn
swampy road-coming at brisk run
She remembered the man with tn
pipe; the two half-grown lads who hat
stopped to listen to Mrs. Falkner'
high-pitched words; she thought of th'
solitary spot. and of the money in hel
pocket, and whipped up Old Billy, with
what energy she possessed. But to nc
avail That venerable steed stopped
short, bracing his four legs in foul
different directions, and hanging his
head down in a most discouragine
fashion.
Bell had heard different members Of
the jenkins family allude to a char.
acteristic possessed by Old Billy at in
convenient times and seasons, but, up
to this time, she never had known what
"balking" meant
HE won't stir step-the wrctched
beast" she gasped. 'Well, if he don't,
must. won't stay here to be robbed
and murdered!"
She sprang lightly out of the wagon,
and with scared glance behind her at
the pursuing figure, which was cer-
tainly gaining on her, fairly took to
her heels. The sound of a shout
reached her ears, but it had only the
effect of accelcrating her footsteps,
"Stop, indeed!' she thought. "As
if | had any idea of stoppingr'
Bell Barlow had not played number
less games of tennis and tournaments
of croquet for nothing. Swift and light
as Atlanta, she fed along. scarcely
pausing to look behind her, until, in
the dew and purple dusk, she bounded
under the monster lilac bushes that
kept guard on each side of Aunt Rhoda
Jenkins garden gate and darted into
the kitchen door.
LA me!' said Aunt Rhoda, who,
with her one available wrist, was bak-
ing wheat cakes for supper, "this amt
never you, Miss Bell! What on earth
hev' ye done with the horsep"
Here is the money! cried Bell,
the distended leather bank
book on the table. II left Billy and
the wagon in the swamp. He--balked,
if that is what you call it, and wouldn't
come a step farther, And there was
horrible tramp chasing me, and, oh,
have run so fast! But the money il
safe. | was too late for banking hours,
but have brought it to you.''
'La-me!' said Aunt Rhoda.
AT the same moment the clatter of
wheels was heard at the side OF the
louse. Aunt Rhoda stretched her lean
neck towards the window.
"Why, there's Billy now" said she,
and Mr.. Kennedy driyin' him.
"And a pretty chase I've had after
Miss Barlow" said the young clergy
nan, entering the kitchen with y laugh.
She dropped out her samples of en-
silk and satin ribbon just
ftcr she got into the Swamp Road,
nd here I've followed her to the very
oor before ] could catch her. Bu.
What made you run away from me,
liss BarIowp'
"W-was it you?" faltered poor
'ejl, feeling as if every drop of blood
u her body Was turning to fire. II
hought it was-robbers! And I had
Irs. jenkins money in my charge,
nd the road was so lonely, and
"Do | look so much like desper-
do?' said Mr.. Kennedy, surveying
imsclf with an air of comical depre-
alton. "And | shouted to you to
yait, too
"l'm very sorry" said Bell. hanging
own her head. at was very stupid
f me-"
"But you're not going to cry, Miss
arlow.'
NO" said Bell, Historically. "but
m going to laugh, think"
81 wouldn't do neither one nor the
ther," said Mrs. jenkins. "I'd lest
ONE in to supper. The tea is drawed, .
nd the cakes is baked, now, and
lere's some proper good ounce sass
n the table"
Both Mr.. Kennedy and Miss Barlow
'ok the old DANES good advice.
"And do b'lieve," Aunt Rhoda said
fterwards. "if it hadn't been for that
lce through the Swamp Road, Mr..
.ennedy never would have been en-
aged to my city boardcr. For he
ad an idea she was cold and naughty,
nd she thought he didn't care nothing
bout her. But somehow they got to
e first rate good friends arter that.
le'H get real bright, stirring wife,
nd if she was to hunt all through
respect County, she could get no
narter man than Mr.. Kennedy"
And it was thus that Mrs. jenkins
ave in her adhesion to the popular be-
Of. "Whatever is, is right. Ausy
'asdolph, in N. y Ledger.
Royal Recreation.